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- There’s an island populated by alluring women somewhere east of the Black Gutter
- There’s an island that breathes and bleeds, the last example of a prehistoric creature, somewhere west of the Black Gutter
- There’s a ship that was part of the treasure fleet of the King of Dust, in glorious bandages arrayed, who lived on snakes alone, which delivered precious gifts to foreign dignitaries and sank somewhere south of the Horse Line
- There’s an island where the Jaguar Lady is propitiated by both the lighting of candles and grisly blood rituals somewhere in the northern seas
- There’s an island sacred to the obscure banana gods and protected by tiger crabs the size of dogs somewhere off the coast of Storm Reach